Thanks Peter & Stephen
What can be said? Stephen your ruminations reach me, here, & I think
from afar on a Third World disaster right there in the US south. I have
been reading, in Salon, & elsewhere (even the NYTimes editorial
yesterday was on to Bush's abject failure to rise to the occasion --
that grin as he says everything will be all right for those 'folks' &
suggests prayer will do the job; & the day-late syndrome in action once
more) about how this administration especially withdrew funding for
environmental protection around New Orleans, & opened up the previously
protected wetlands that apparently would have mitigated the flooding to
exploitation & destruction, as well as funneling off money & troops for
the Iraq war.
Oh yes, & FEMA (I think it is) was cut to put more money into Homeland
Security.
Which is hindsight into a particular nastiness, but what's happening,
all those hungry & thirsty, sleepless, lost people, as well as the
actual battles now, & more. I can understand why the Mayor is angry &
crying.
And so far the Bush admin has not accepted the offers of help from
Canada & elsewhere, or has finally just began to.
Doug
On 1-Sep-05, at 4:52 PM, Stephen Vincent wrote:
> Nicely put, Peter. I agree.
>
> Stephen V
>
>
>> Doug,
>>
>> This poem is so visual for me.
>> As I read it my eyes move across the surface
>> as if I am gazing at a painting
>> seeing compositional directions, visceral brush strokes,
>> an inner form and structure.
>>
>> "& sluicing across
>> a sunburnt arm down south "
>>
>> ...brought me down to the edge of the canvas...
>>
>> " so a city streets of
>> river bursting
>> through first storey windows "
>>
>> ...brings me back up and into it again...
>>
>> " silence only
>> a rhetoric sufficient to
>>
>> the washed away "
>>
>> ...my gaze is left lingering.
>>
>> -Peter Ciccariello
Douglas Barbour
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Edmonton Ab T6G 0B9
(780) 436 3320
not random, these
crystalline structures, these
non-reversible orders, this
camera forming tendencies, this
edge of greater length, this
lyric forever error, this
something embarrassingly clear, this
language we come up against
Kathleen Fraser
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